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Her gaze shifted to the door.
Giada gasped from the doorway, and I glanced over my shoulder. Marco stood next to her, his hardened gaze on mine.
“Stop her,” Giada hissed, attempting to come into the room.
Marco extended his arm, blocking her way.
I turned back to Francesca. “Ask him to save you, to prove how much he loves you.”
Her lips trembled. “Marco?”
He entered the room and came up behind me. Giada scrambled in after him. He cast a daring glare at her, forcing her to pause.
“Stay out of this,” he said to her.
His voice deepened with a dangerous edge if that was even possible.
Then I remembered his lies.
“Are you going to allow this?” Giada’s voice raised. “Marco, stop her.”
His breath was warm against my ear. “What do you want?”
“A confession from you. You said there was no one since me.” My heart slammed into my ribs, trying to break. “You lied to me.”
My body vibrated with adrenaline. Every muscle tensed. We’d attracted an audience. Ant and Stefano stood behind Giada. Santi stood in the doorway with Tim and Carmine.
Marco was quiet. “This isn’t the place.”
“Tell me! Stop lying to me!”
A guttural roar vibrated out of him. “Do you want to hear how she sucked my cock? How I was drunk in my bed, dreaming of your wet mouth surrounding me, how I called out for you, topolina, as I spilled my seed down her throat?”
I gasped, the blade slipping on her flesh.
“When I woke with her in my bed, I wanted my hands around her neck, to squeeze the life from her body for causing me to break my vow to you.”
Tears coursed down Francesca’s face. Defeat reflected in her dark eyes. “I didn’t know.”
How could she? Nothing Marco said explained why she was here now. “And yet you bring her here to humiliate me. You take pleasure in hurting me.”
“No, to motivate you. We’re the same, wife. We don’t tolerate interference. I won’t stop you from killing her. Do whatever you need to do,” he said. “And then give mehisname so I can do the same.”
I lowered the knife. “Decide if I’m the one you’d rather fuck—and fight—with because one of us is leaving. But I won’t barter her life for another.”
Francesca covered the cut on her neck with her palm and sobbed. Giada clutched her close.
“I’ll take care of her,” Ant said to Marco.
I turned to Marco. “Don’t follow me. I’m too angry, and you need to decide who you want. If it’s me, you need to trust me.”
Stefano stepped out of my way, however he wore a big fucking grin. I couldn’t stop the tilt of my lips. I walked out of the room with Santi next to me. Tim followed behind.
“Are you okay?” Santi asked as we walked down the hall.
“You don’t need to worry. I can take care of myself.”
He curled his fingers around my elbow. “I know. But be careful. They call him The Enforcer for a reason.”
